| We’ve crawled a thousand thankless miles
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| We’ve paid a million fucking dues
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| Yet your feeble words can’t break us down —
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| it’s just kerosene on the fuse
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| Because this is our bar to raise
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| Fuck all the «Pay for praise»
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| We proved you wrong, we’re far from through
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| We’ll change this game in spite of you
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| The only thing we need to scale these walls is to believe
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| So, we’ll let 'em say that we’re dead and too far gone
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| Nothing can stop us now from what we will become
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| 'Cause there’s a power in belief
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| This is the power of belief
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| So exploit every damn accent
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| 'til that bullshit trend wears thin
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| We know our armies will won’t ever fade
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| with an «IX"carved in their skin
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| Because they know we’d never take for granted anything
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| They proved you wrong, we’re far from through
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| We’ll change this game in spite of you
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| The only thing we need to scale these walls is to believe
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| So, we’ll let 'em say that we’re dead and too far gone
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| Nothing can stop us now from what we will become
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| 'Cause there’s a power in belief
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| This is the power of belief
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| We’ve proved you wrong, we’re far from through
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| We’ll change this game in spite of you
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| We’ll tear off the leeches once sickened by our taste
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| The sweetness of our infancy they thought was bitterness in haste
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| They’ll come out of the woodwork, crawl in from under the doors
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| Only to find they’ve been left behind 'cause we don’t live there anymore
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| We don’t live there anymore
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| Let 'em say that we’re dead and too far gone
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| Can’t stop us now from what we will become
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| There’s a power in belief |